A Visit

By: Merlinda Perez

The pain

that I get when my mom parks the car

and say in the most sadly voice

“We’re here”

I look around and see

lots of green trees, colorful roses,

and a small white church in the middle.

 Gray Cement boxes

are on the freshly cut green grass

on them are peoples names and dates

Some have roses over them.

I look up in tears

and see dark rainy clouds,

white birds are flying over me.

All dressed in black

I walk over to a gray cement box

that reads

Pedro 1993-12013

I slowly bend down and slowly put down

Some white and red roses.

With tears running down

My cold cheeks

I leave.